PLEASE TELL ME

HISTORIA I: TOUCH IN A LOCKER ROOM PT1

"Historia? Come on what's wrong with you today you won't even fucking listen to me."

I moved my elbow off the window of the car and turned to face Reiner with an indifferent face. To be honest I just couldn't tolerate him today. I guess he was sweet? But he's so clingy I swear to god.

"Oh, tell me later I gotta go to practice, thanks for the ride." I said with the best smile I could muster and hurriedly ran towards the school in the pouring rain. 

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Today in cheer practice we were sharing the gym with the girls soccer team since the field was drenched from the progressively worse weather. 

"Are you going to Reiner's party tonight", questioned Hitch who was stretching beside me.

"Hm? No one told me bout that?" Hitch let out a little giggle. That girl found everything funny. You'd be in hallway and she'd be laughing her ass off just at the way somebodies walking.

"You sure? Didn't Reiner drive you here and I know he'd take any chance to tell you, well it's tonight I'll just send you what you needa know if he doesn't say mkay?"

Hitch's last few words pulled me out of my little daydream. Still didn't really know what she said but if it was important she'd repeat it.

"Oh yeah, ok."

All a sudden a fist hit my head. I turned to see Sasha looking at me with a little bit of concern and her head bent.

"You ok? You've been out of it lately."

She was right I really have been. After the newfound situation with my dad I've just been pissed at everything. I obviously can't get mad at him so I've just been bitchy and out of it. Ugh this really wasn't like me. I let out a sort of forced laugh.

"I just haven't had much sleep I guess."

"Ah", said Sasha with an understanding tone.

Practice eventually ended and when it did I decided to remain in the gym a little longer to work on our routine since I was pretty rough during practice. After almost 40 minutes of doing jumps and kicks I went into the locker room. 

I went in and the area was seemingly empty. I pulled off my top and unclasped my bra but left it on as I rested on the bench letting out a moan of relaxation. I loved having the locker room to myself. I let out a little giggle, I just loved being by myself in general. 

"What are you doing?" said a deep and mature voice. They genuinely seemed intrigued.

My mind being totally out of place wondered, 'Why's her voice so grown...?'

I then realized the situation I was in and jumped to sit up straight on the bench but it only made my bra drop more. I quickly brought my arms to cover my chest and lift up my bra. That was when I took a look at who the voice belonged to. She had her brunette shoulder length hair in a low ponytail and was still in her soccer uniform.

"Ymir..." I just sat there staring at her in shock. She began to walk closer to me and sat directly in front of me with her legs on either side of the bench. Her shorts slightly hiked up now exposing her whole thighs which she had placed her hands on and lent in towards me so our noses were almost touching. I let out a slight breath and Ymir gave an enigmatic grin. 

"So, what are you doing?"